Eyes shine beneath electric light
She does not belong here
Sent by businessmen to chase pigeons
Soaring over shoppers, weary gazing
Downcast, unable to see beyond themselves
The unexpected blessing
Of the harrier.
He is dressed for wood and open field
Falconer, gloved, serious, alone amidst
Gawping teenage girls drawn to a strong face,
Confused, compelled, want without insight
Hungry to be women already.
Shiny magazines did not tell them
How to handle his earthed masculinity.
Some of us were born
With our hearts in distant
Lands and times
Walking amongst you
Misplaced, filled with longing
For a home we can never